When Han Jue arrived at the [Alley] bar, it was noon.

It was raining today, although there was no scorching sun, but it was hot, and when Han Jue entered the bar, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat.

Han Jue wiped his sweat, put the guitar in his arms on the table closest to the door, and put the umbrella in the umbrella stand.

There were no guests in the bar, not even bartenders and waiters.

Zhang Yiman was sitting at the bar and talking to a middle-aged man. There was no one else around.

Zhang Yiman's red hair is tied into a ponytail, and although the clothes are not as dazzling as when he was on camera, even if it is ordinary casual clothes, Zhang Yiman can wear the feeling of a big name.

"Uncle Li, this is my founding disciple, you can do me a favor. Zhang Yiman kept shaking his shoulders, and his two hands seemed to be boneless, shaking them out of order. can only judge by the tone that Zhang Yiman seems to be coquettish.

Han Jue watched from behind, and was frightened by the unique coquettishness in front of him, and his steps stopped.

He can't be sure if all the girls in this world are like this.

"Uncle Li, this bar really hasn't invited a rapper. The middle-aged man was behind the counter, poured himself a glass of water, and said with a wry smile.

"That's better! The first rapper I invited was of this level, Uncle Li, you made a lot of money! You heard the song "Slave" recently! It was sung by my apprentice!" Zhang Yiman picked up the milk in front of him, stood up and leaned out to clink glasses, as if everything was decided after touching a cup.

The middle-aged man surnamed Li was shocked, hid away with a water glass, and refused to clink glasses with Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman was very sad when he saw that his invincible negotiation method was useless, pouting and about to cry.

Middle-aged people have a headache, every time they are clinked by Zhang Yiman from childhood to adulthood, Zhang Yiman will regard it as an agreement, and then it will depend on you. And if she doesn't clink glasses, she will cry until you take the initiative to clink glasses with her.

When Han Jue saw this scene, he hurriedly rushed forward.

Of course, he didn't rush forward to help Zhang Yiman get angry, he couldn't afford to lose this person, so he went to stop Zhang Yiman.

He saw that Zhang Yiman wanted to help him get a chance to perform in a commercial performance, and he planned to go over to thank the boss after the matter was done, but suddenly saw that Zhang Yiman was going to cry like a rogue bear child, and he felt a great burden in his heart, so he hurriedly came over to stop Zhang Yiman from crying.

Jokes, even if he finally got the opportunity, but Han Jue was embarrassed to ask for it.

"Teacher Zhang!" Han Jue was angry and walked over quickly as he shouted.

"Ah, uncle, are you here?" After Zhang Yiman saw Han Jue, the grievances that had been brewing were immediately put away, and he greeted Han Jue happily with a smile.

"Have you eaten, if not, let's go eat first. Han Jue also heard a rough idea, and already knew that this bar did not invite rappers.

This bar is all wooden, with a retro vibe, which doesn't match rap. Han Jue's character is good, and he will never be difficult to force others.

Of course, in fact, the main reason is that I don't want to see whether Zhang Yiman will have a more advanced version of the child-like scoundrel.

"No, you wait! The teacher said that if you get a chance, you will be given a chance!" Zhang Yiman said very proudly as he dried the milk in the cup and said proudly. I don't know that my upper lip is white all around, and there is no momentum at all.

Han Jue's body collapsed, thinking about how to persuade him. Zhang Yiman put it bluntly, he was completely embarrassed for Han Jue, Han Jue felt a little helpless, but also a little grateful.

The middle-aged man was also helpless, but he suddenly saw the guitar case that Han Jue was carrying behind his back.

"Oh, aren't you rapping?" said the middle-aged man in surprise. If the guitar box is a guitar instead of a sniper rifle part, then Han Jue is not here to sing rap today?

Zhang Yiman also turned around to look and saw the guitar behind Han Jue.

"Oh, you really don't sing rap?" Zhang Yiman said in surprise, and then his face was complicated.

Last night, when she heard that Han Jue swore that she had made progress and already had a work, Zhang Yiman's mood was very complicated.

She has never liked to lie, but she can't dampen the enthusiasm and self-confidence of her [Founding Disciple] and [Temporary Pseudo-Boyfriend]. After the broadcast of the program "Let's Be in Love", she received "love cheats" from many netizens.

One of them is "don't hit your boyfriend's self-confidence, give more encouragement".

She has always disliked adults talking against each other, and now, she has encountered the biggest difficulty in her life in front of Han Jue.

In the end, Zhang Yiman came up with a solution.

Just when Han Jue went to get the guitar, Zhang Yiman hung up the phone!

Then he sent a text message saying, "I suddenly want to go out for ice cream!, let's talk about it tomorrow!] and then really ran out of the door without his phone.

After Han Jue came back with the guitar with confidence, what he saw was such a text message that made him sad.

Was his performance avoided by a silly chick with an IQ comparable to that of a husky?

Han Jue desperately wanted to call back, but no one answered.

When he received a text message from Zhang Yiman the next day, saying that there was an opportunity to make money, Han Jue decisively put on his guitar, just like a soldier with a gun, and went to his destination with the belief that he would be ruined.

He didn't believe that his talent couldn't make him finish this B satisfactorily, and he couldn't frighten the local natives.

Therefore, when the middle-aged man asked Han Jue, "Aren't you singing rap?"

"Rap is just my hobby, but I ......"

"Oh, uncle, how are you like a child!" Zhang Yiman said angrily, Han Jue is like a child.

The middle-aged uncle's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Ah, Han Jue, right?

Uncle Li thought of a wonderful way, he was embarrassed to directly refuse the daughter of a friend who had grown up watching him grow up, but seeing Zhang Yiman, he was very nervous when he heard that Han Jue was going to play and sing by himself, if Han Jue didn't sing rap songs, then he could use the excuse that his level was not good to reject Han Jue.

You must know that his store is not a miscellaneous bar, seven days a week, he always invites singers or bands who are already quite famous but still have the pursuit of music to perform, even if they are warm-up guests, they are also music practitioners who are not well-known in the music industry but are serious about making music.

And the idol that has been riddled with scandals recently, to be honest, if it weren't for Zhang Yiman's face, the boss would have refused without even thinking about it.

"No, no, uncle, don't care about Uncle Li's words, you just sing rap. Zhang Yiman intuitively felt that Uncle Li's suggestion was inappropriate, and insisted that Han Jue should only sing rap songs.

Han Jue made a gesture of "don't be impatient" to Zhang Yiman, then put the guitar case on the side table, took out the guitar and walked to the small performance table on the side.

When Han Jue went to open the guitar case, the boss turned around and went to help Han Jue debug the stereo.

The boss turned on this set of valuable stereos, just to make Han Jue's defects have nowhere to hide!

Han Jue sat on a stool in the center.

Stretched out a finger and poked the microphone on the microphone stand.

There was a sound from the surrounding stereos.

Zhang Yiman left the bar and sat down at the table closest to Han Jue.

"Come on, uncle!" Zhang Yiman swung his fist hard, and his ponytail jumped slightly.

Since Han Jue has his own choice, he can only encourage him afterwards.

Han Jue smiled. Plucked the guitar twice.

Han Jue plucked the guitar casually, lowered his head, and brewed.

Then, Han Jue pressed the strings with his hand, and there was silence in the bar. Zhang Yiman was facing Han Jue and was waiting for him. The boss rested his elbows on his cheeks, lazily waiting to pick Han Jue's thorn.

The strings were plucked, and a melody slipped out of Han Jue's fingertips.

There are rules and regulations, and it is interesting.

Zhang Yiman and the middle-aged boss were surprised.

Han Jue ignored the thoughts of the only two listeners in the audience, he was already immersed in his own imaginary scene. Then, Han Jue sang softly with his eyes closed, with a feeling of being closed at one touch, obviously with a smile, but it made people feel vulnerable:

[Once unexpectedly, he and her fell in love

In the era of no hesitation]

......

[I can't forget, your love

But the ending is hard to change

I couldn't keep you

Not even like he can give you one

Looking forward to the future

Naïve boy]

......

The chorus part appears so suddenly, like a person suddenly waking up from a dream.

Han Jue's eyes were still closed, but his brows were furrowed.